Do you read? You’re reading right now, but is reading a major part of your life? Do you do it deliberately, often, widely, and with intention? I do. Reading is woven into moments of my life— I remember what I read on my belated honeymoon with Max (Jhumpa Lahiri's Unaccustomed Earth). I remember what I read... Continue Reading →
“I create dystopia in literary forms. I leave it to the government to create the real ones.” SAID MARGARET ATWOOD, AT A RECENT LECTURE AT DARTMOUTH COLLEGE.
Yet my thirst for smash-the-patriarchy feminist literature persisted. I’ve talked about prioritizing women creators of novels and movies— but you know where else female voices are still pretty consistently drowned out? Comics. And that’s where Bitch Planet comes in.
I’m not a fast runner. I’ll never win a major race, and I’m not particularly interested in going after a big marathon. I just like to run. Similarly, I’m kind of a lousy reader— slow, prone to mixing up letters and words, easily distracted. Yet, I love to read, and I love to run. I... Continue Reading →
Meg Murry is an early (1962!) female sci-fi heroine of children’s literature: Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time is a true classic. I remember reading this book as a kid and really loving it, but I didn’t remember it as science fiction. Yet it clearly is. To me, that suggests how much it succeeds. And this... Continue Reading →
Recently, I spent a year or so trying not to read things written by white men. It was challenging and led me to read a lot of things I might have overlooked otherwise. It was also surprising to me how difficult it was— not that I couldn’t find things to read, but that I had... Continue Reading →